| BUT SIMPLY WELCOMED YOU— | —IN HIS OWN— | —INIMITABLE MANNER. |
A SOUTH SEA BUBBLE.
"I want you," said my hostess, "to take in Mrs. Blank. She is charming. All through the War she has been with her husband in the South Seas. London is a new place to her."
Mrs. Blank did not look too promising. She was pretty in her way—"elegant" an American would have called her—but she lacked animation. However, the South Seas...! Anyone fresh from the Pacific must have enough to tell to see soup, fish and entrée safely through.
I began by remarking that she must find London a very complete change after the sun and placidity that she had come from.
"It's certainly noisier," she said; "but we had our share of rain."
"I thought it was always fine there," I remarked; but she laughed a denial and relapsed into silence.
She was one of those women who don't take soup, and this made the economy of her utterances the more unfair.